I can't help but mewl and whimper as I feel my belly crushed against the brass bar before me, my heavy tits pressed down hard into the lacquered wood of the bar-top with her hand on my shoulder, holding me in place. I feel her strong fingers digging into my flesh as she steadies me, her hips drawing back slowly before she invades me once more. I shake like a leaf as she rapes me, that massive dark green cock skewering my asshole once again as her swinging balls beat against my pussy and she grunts her pleasure for everyone to hear.
Inside me I can feel the knob of her massive root leaking it's liquid heat into my body. Even her pre-cum is thicker than any human man's full load. It seers my insides and soaks into my hidden depths as she grunts and groans her lust for me. I can feel little rivers of her slop escaping around her girth, trickling down my inner thighs and the folds of my untouched pussy like tiny rivers. Now and then my asshole sputters and slurps as her thick sap bubbles around her invading cock. The slap of her skin on mine and the sputter-slosh of my taken hole add to the chorus of her growls and my whimpers.
My peasant dress is tattered and torn. It used to hang to my knees and flow upon the breeze with it's pretty flower print and lovely pleated cut. Tiny straps held it up in place leaving my shoulders bare and concealing my lovely tits; so large and bouncy. The envy of every woman in WinterFell. The laces in front are worn now, pulled loose with the shoulder straps dangling mid-way down my arms. The material has been torn much shorter; shredded by her hand. It barely covers my bottom now, and provides easy access for her whenever she feels the urge to fuck me; to rape me.
I feel her slow her pace, groaning as the length of her titan dick rests inside me. She's twitching, throbbing, and so hot inside me it steals my breath away. She uses her other hand to molest my butt and hip, looking down between us where her cock is sheathed in it's new home. The pink of my human asshole shimmers and trembles as it hugs the glistening length of her veiny orc shaft. She's as big around as my arm, and her seeping bulb is as fat as a ripe apple, drooling her pre inside my butt.
She speaks to me, but I don't know her language. I have learned some words and their intent. Her tone is soothing, but she's calling me a whore; her whore. She molds and caresses my skin as she speaks to me, and I know she is asking if I want more. It's an offer for the torture to end. She's already spent her thick load inside me twice and my belly is fat with it. As she runs her fingers up along my side, thrumming them against my ribs, she waits. All I have to do is beg for mercy and it ends.
"Please... Ne... Never stop fucking me." I groan. I recognise the voice as my own, and I know the meaning behind the words, but a part of me can't believe I would beg such a thing. It is a plea for more. I find the bar before me with my hands and push my tortured ass back onto her dick, I flip my long blonde hair aside and smile at her. "More." I groan. "Fuck me more! Hurt me. Gut me."
I sound like a spoiled child begging for treats, and her smile is utterly depraved as she holds me in place. When I beg, her cock grows thicker in me. I weep, little tears soaking my cheeks. I moan for it. I am truly a whore.
The bar is far from empty. Chuckles from all around us remind me that my rape is very public. Somehow that makes it all the sweeter. At my side a gorgeous firbolg woman steps closer to me. She towers over me, her deer-like features and pretty face are framed by curly hair the color of cornsilk. She's naked, and she begins to pump her long cock in hand as she presses the leaking tip of it against my flank and paints me with her pre. Her dick is shaped like a horse's shaft and I wonder what she might feel like between my cheeks.
On my other side I feel a soft hand stroking through my hair. I turn and see the bright golden eyes of a wild-girl from the Black Jungle. Her skin is the color of burnished gold and her hair is fiery red. She is only as large as me, but so much stronger. She too is naked, and I feel her long beautiful cock against my hip as she reaches out to my face, pressing at my chin with her thumb and opening my mouth. She spits between my lips and I feel it land with a wet flop on my tongue. I close my mouth and smile at her, licking my lips of her treat. My eyes soften as I look at her in gratitude for her spit.
It has been nearly a year since WinterFell was overrun. An alliance of orcs, wild women, firbolg, and others was upon us before anyone could lift a sword. The guards were tossed aside like leaves in the breeze and those few who stood their ground were cut down without mercy. My husband Richard was among them.
We cowered in our home as the attack came. When the door was battered down Richard stood his ground against a green skinned orc warrior with tits as large as melons and the muscled frame of a living goddess. He had his fathers short-blade, and a shirt of metal mesh to protect him. Had he not brandishes his weapon, he may still draw breath.
It was over in an instant, and as my husband's body lay lifeless on the floor, the towering orc looked upon me with wide eyes, smiling. His body was still warm when she began to fuck me. As she kissed away my tears and drove her massive cock into my asshole for the first time, I screamed in agony. I hated her more than anything in that moment, but I understand now. It couldn't have happened any other way.
By the fourth day the town was empty of those who once called it home. I was among a few who were taken as livestock. The prettiest of us were claimed as slaves. Not a night passed without Dezra's cock in my body. By then when she fucked me, I fucked her back. Broken, shown my true nature, raped by a woman who knew the real me the moment she set eyes upon me. I felt sad for Richard, but I held no grudge. He was a distant memory with her dick inside me. Our home still smelled of his scent as I rode the cock of his murderer with my pink little ass.
WinterFell became their new home, and surrounding villages either became victims of raiding parties, or paid tithe in gold and goods for the protection of the raiders. Damage done during that first night has been repaired since then, and I still reside in my home. Dezra shares it with me, and a rug covers the blood stained reminder of my forgotten husband.
Slowly she pulls out of me, my gaping fuckhole drooling with her sugary spunk as she turns me to face her and brings her wet lips down upon my own.
I attack her pretty tusks with my lips and suckle at her tongue as she presses me back and guides my bottom onto a stool. She parts my thighs and hauls her fat dick up onto my belly, laying her dark cock on my flesh, so wet and sodden from my greedy ass. She is so fucking huge that the tip of her settles between my tits. Our kiss breaks as I bring my legs up along her outer thighs and we look down at her cock together. I reach for it, drawing my fingers along it's slick curve with tenderness, as though nothing is more precious to me. For a moment my fierce warrior watches me with loving eyes. She loves me. I know she does. I am her pretty human whore.